The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ferry crossing at dawn was a grey smear of water and wood, the engine coughing black smoke into the cold air as it fought the current toward the alpine shore. Rolf Braun stood at the bow, his fingers white-knuckled around the railing, the leather case of his badge worn smooth and cracked by thirty years of sweat and rain. He was fifty-four, and his heart beat like a trapped bird in his...

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